Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. Bu...
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As I woke up from the beeping sound of my alarm, leaning up back I got up off the bed and went straight to the bathroom to pee
It became a routine thing now, waking up from the guest bedroom and going straight to the bathroom
After I was finished I took a glimpse of myself through the mirror and realized that my face was very puffy and fat, my breast was getting huge and my face was just breaking out
I was getting even more insecure of myself than I was before
Getting out of the bathroom, I immediately went over to my stuff and started to pack them up, I had made up my mind that I was moving out of our house or rather Christopher's house
I just couldn't take the tension anymore, living under the same roof with someone that you can't stand to see everyday I was just getting enough of it
Going up the stairs, I went inside our master bedroom and just started taking out my clothes out of the closet, I dragged out my suitcase from under the bed and started tossing everything inside
"Zuri weh the fuck yah do ?"
Chris exclaimed as he got up from the bed
I looked over at him as I stuffed my stuff inside the suitcase
"Yuh blind ? Yuh nuh see seh me a pack up me tiPngs dem"
He laughed
"Zurianne mi think yah guh far wid dis game yah now !"
"Which game yah talk bout ? Me did serious wid wah me seh at the hospital"
He clenched his jaw and glared at me, then suddenly he got up from the bed and went over to me
"Zurianne me nah talk again, stop dis fuckry!"
I smiled at him
"Excuse me Mr. Whyte"
And I took up my luggage and walked back down stairs with them along with the others from the guest bedroom
"Weh yah guh stay eeh Zuri ?"
"Non a yuh business !"
Dragging my stuff to the door, I called out to one of the guards men
"Umm... can you please place these luggages inside the black B.M.W jeep please and thank you !"
The guard nodded and did as he was told
"Zuri stop dis madness, is like yuh forgot dat dis is an arranged marriage suh me practically own yuh, suh me nuh know weh the fuck yah guh"
I laughed
"Oh really !! You Christopher Whyte own me ? Zurianne Francis ? A muss prank dis"
"Is like yuh neva read di contact weh yuh sign, we cyah leff until me seh suh !"
